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Please don't take what you've got for granted
I'm from a Third World country called Guyana. It's located in South America, and while it's a beautiful country, it is a poor one.
My parents and I emigrated to America in 1995, right before my third birthday, and we moved into a small, cold attic. For my first year in America, we had no furniture. We had no couches or chairs. We used to eat our dinner on a cold kitchen floor. At some point, I had came across a cardboard box which I had folded into two pieces and drawn cushions on. That became my "chair" for my first year in America.
As well as I know my father, I don't know the complete story about his childhood or how he grew up. My father was orphaned by the time he was sixteen years old and I vaguely know that he grew up in poverty.
A couple of years ago, my father was bringing home a pizza for me. I was hungry, so when he finally got home with the pizza, I said something along the lines of, "Oh, thank god! I'm starving." My father, whose eyes I'm the apple of, who's never yelled a
My parents and I emigrated to America in 1995, right before my third birthday, and we moved into a small, cold attic. For my first year in America, we had no furniture. We had no couches or chairs. We used to eat our dinner on a cold kitchen floor. At some point, I had came across a cardboard box which I had folded into two pieces and drawn cushions on. That became my "chair" for my first year in America.
As well as I know my father, I don't know the complete story about his childhood or how he grew up. My father was orphaned by the time he was sixteen years old and I vaguely know that he grew up in poverty.
A couple of years ago, my father was bringing home a pizza for me. I was hungry, so when he finally got home with the pizza, I said something along the lines of, "Oh, thank god! I'm starving." My father, whose eyes I'm the apple of, who's never yelled a
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Please don't take what you've got for grantedI'm from a Third World country called Guyana. It's located in South America, and while it's a beautiful country, it is a poor one.Please don't take what you've got for granted by TwiggyTeeluck
My parents and I emigrated to America in 1995, right before my third birthday, and we moved into a small, cold attic. For my first year in America, we had no furniture. We had no couches or chairs. We used to eat our dinner on a cold kitchen floor. At some point, I had came across a cardboard box which I had folded into two pieces and drawn cushions on. That became my "chair" for my first year in America.
As well as I know my father, I don't know the complete story about his childhood or how he grew up. My father was orphaned by the time he was sixteen years old and I vaguely know that he grew up in poverty.
A couple of years ago, my father was bringing home a pizza for me. I was hungry, so when he finally got home with the pizza, I said something along the lines of, "Oh, thank god! I'm starving." My father, whose eyes I'm the apple of, who's never yelled a
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Please don't take what you've got for grantedI'm from a Third World country called Guyana. It's located in South America, and while it's a beautiful country, it is a poor one.Please don't take what you've got for granted by TwiggyTeeluck
My parents and I emigrated to America in 1995, right before my third birthday, and we moved into a small, cold attic. For my first year in America, we had no furniture. We had no couches or chairs. We used to eat our dinner on a cold kitchen floor. At some point, I had came across a cardboard box which I had folded into two pieces and drawn cushions on. That became my "chair" for my first year in America.
As well as I know my father, I don't know the complete story about his childhood or how he grew up. My father was orphaned by the time he was sixteen years old and I vaguely know that he grew up in poverty.
A couple of years ago, my father was bringing home a pizza for me. I was hungry, so when he finally got home with the pizza, I said something along the lines of, "Oh, thank god! I'm starving." My father, whose eyes I'm the apple of, who's never yelled a
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Please don't take what you've got for grantedI'm from a Third World country called Guyana. It's located in South America, and while it's a beautiful country, it is a poor one.Please don't take what you've got for granted by TwiggyTeeluck
My parents and I emigrated to America in 1995, right before my third birthday, and we moved into a small, cold attic. For my first year in America, we had no furniture. We had no couches or chairs. We used to eat our dinner on a cold kitchen floor. At some point, I had came across a cardboard box which I had folded into two pieces and drawn cushions on. That became my "chair" for my first year in America.
As well as I know my father, I don't know the complete story about his childhood or how he grew up. My father was orphaned by the time he was sixteen years old and I vaguely know that he grew up in poverty.
A couple of years ago, my father was bringing home a pizza for me. I was hungry, so when he finally got home with the pizza, I said something along the lines of, "Oh, thank god! I'm starving." My father, whose eyes I'm the apple of, who's never yelled a
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I think it's because very obvious that we don't have enough people to properly handle this group and this group isn't functioning to its fullest potential.
This group is growing every day and with almost 5,000 members, a handful of administrators just isn't enough to keep up with the submissions.
All of our original administrators have mysteriously disappeared (with the exception of two) and as hard as I've tried to find new ones, it seems that no one is interested.
Unfortunately, I'm forced to close this group until further notice. Hopefully I can find enough administrators to reopen the group quickly, but I cannot make any promises.
Until next time.
Twiggy
This group is growing every day and with almost 5,000 members, a handful of administrators just isn't enough to keep up with the submissions.
All of our original administrators have mysteriously disappeared (with the exception of two) and as hard as I've tried to find new ones, it seems that no one is interested.
Unfortunately, I'm forced to close this group until further notice. Hopefully I can find enough administrators to reopen the group quickly, but I cannot make any promises.
Until next time.
Twiggy
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